The noise that comes from somewhere near the back of Owen's throat sounds more like a growl than not, and he turns his attention to her jaw and to the crook of her neck. She's warm against him and in his arms, and it's the sort of thing that makes him want to do this a bit more quicker than he otherwise might.

Owen's never been particularly patient.

He splays his hand against the small of her back to keep her from falling over onto the bed before he wants her to, and works on the button of his trousers.